The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Accompany me for a walk in the market." Huang Fulian said, reaching out to hug her down.

"Oh." Jiang Nanyan nodded blankly, followed Huang Fulian out of the restaurant and went to the market.

The first step, of course, is to buy pastries.

When she came out of the restaurant, Jiang Nanyan thought that this time, she would still have to wait in line for a long time.

As a result, when we walked across the street, we found that the long queue of people had dispersed, leaving only one or two sporadic people with disappointed faces in front of the pastry shop. [

what happened?

Jiang Nanyan stared in amazement at the few guests who were refusing to leave around the pastry shop, and her heart was full of doubts.

However, when they approached, they realized that all the pastries prepared in the shop today had been sold out, and the shopkeeper planned to close the shop for a rest.

Ready to close for a break...

Jiang Nanyan stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time, and couldn't believe this fact.

But the shopkeeper of the pastry shop has indeed started to pack his things

"Sorry, please let me go." The shopkeeper, who was nearly seventy years old, was about to close the door when he saw Jiang Nanyan and Huang Fulian standing at the door, and said politely.

"Shopkeeper, have you turned off the fire?" Huang Fulian came back to her senses, saw Jiang Nanyan's face full of disappointment, and reached out to grab the gray-bearded shopkeeper's arm.

"The fire is still on, but this old man is going to rest today, and he doesn't plan to do business anymore. If this young man wants to eat pastries made by this old man, he should go early tomorrow." The shopkeeper said as he closed the door.